Note: This Alicia's story. I hope I get this right. This will be the third time I've tried to write it.
~*:Painting Love:*~
Walking slowly, Alicia hummed along to the sound of Fleetwood Mac's Gypsy playing in the background. It was boring, browsing the shelves for things she already knew weren't in stock. Rick had already told her so anyways. Sighing she turned to find her two sons, Sam and Taylor fighting over a toy they had found somewhere in the store.
"Boys, boys!" she yelped, rushing up to them and quickly took the toy away from them, "Neither one of you is getting a new toy right now. Alright? Now please stop arguing and come with me."
Grabbing each one by a hand, and holding on tight, she walked up to the counter, smiling apologetically at Rick, the cashier for today.
"I'm sorry they were so noisy and obnoxious, Rick. They're usually so nice and quiet." She said, blushing slightly as she felt Rick's warm brown eyes looking her over. He looked like he wanted it to be just the two of them. No one else.
"It's fine Mrs. Sinclair," he replied, the thick Southern drawl sending shivers down her back, "They weren't botherin' me none."
"Okay, well if you're sure..." His eyes were so mesmerizing. Such a deep, dark brown. And so warm.
"Mrs. Sinclair," he said, waving a lazy hand in front of her face to regain her attention, "I was just saying that if you really wanted to apologize properly, you can come to dinner with me tonight."
Alicia blinked. She hadn't expected this turn of events. Her friend and neighbor, Rick Dawson, was asking her on a date. Giggling like a little girl, she lowered her eyes, shyly, ignoring her son's curious stares.
"Alright. What time and where?" she asked, her gold-green eyes shining brightly.
"I'll pick you up at seven." He waved to a customer entering the store, "Casual dress; can you find somebody to watch the boys for tonight?"
She nodded and he smiled devilishly. This was going to be a fun night, he could already tell.
"Tonight then." His warm eyes bored into her's and she nodded again, shepherding her children out the door and to their home.
Home, Alicia quickly dialed her two best friends. Rebecca and Mona. Rebecca had gotten married just last year and Alicia and Mona had gone, excited that their friend had finally found her perfect man. Smiling, she told them of her date and laughed when she heard them squeal with their own excitement. Giggling, she told them she had to call the babysitter and get ready. It was already five thirty. Hanging up, she called her step-daughter. Lalie was always glad to help her out.
At seven o'clock sharp, Rick was there, ringing the doorbell and waiting for someone to answer. Skipping down the stairs, Alicia stopped in front of a small wall mirror and brushed a curl of her midnight black hair back away from her face.
"Momma," Sam, her eldest called, "Rick from the grocery store is here."
"Well tell him to come in," she called back, smiling as she applied a last minute coat of sheer pink lip gloss.
Snapping the lid back on, she walked slowly the rest of the way down the stairs. She actually felt beautiful. The little red sundress went well with her midnight curls, and the emerald green earrings contrasted beautifully with her sky blue eyes. Smiling at Rick's astonished look of awe, she blushed and shyly lowered her eyes.
"You look..." he was speechless for a moment as he studied her, "You look amazing!"
~*:End (sort of):*~
